Govana – Hamants Convo Pt2 Lyrics
Hamants Convo pt2 Lyrics by Govana Ft. Feat MOOVEMENTZ
Govana returns with another entertaining visual, a part 2 to his last hit song “HAMANTS CONVO”. Govana has another dramatic conversation with “Gal clown” Chris.
[Intro] Steups
Tired ah all Instagram, ah all Twitter enuh, bredda
Di people ah come like some big ediat
People nah tun ah dem yard
Joke ting (Steups)
(Almighty ah next phone ah ring enuh)
Ah who dat ah call?
Wicked man Chris!
Wah gwan bredda-bredda?
(Hahaha, deh yah enuh Genna-Genna)
Mad
(Reach back ah New York inna di deva weather)
Yeah
(Gyal dem feel happy see di genna deh yah)
Yow easy nuh Chris
Mad ting as usual
(Yeah)
Drop inna di place and rise up ah new gyal
(Yeah, yuh mean new girls, pleural)
(Mi nuh worry ’bout Keisha)
(Dem Keisha dem ah loose gyal)
Hahaha
(Mi find ah gyal weh hotter)
Wah yuh seh, she proper?
(S3xy and fatter!)
Suh yuh ah deal wid it mi shotta?
(Cool nuh Govi-Govi, yuh know di gyal love choppa)
Yeah
(Guess ah who?)
Who dat?
(Keisha friend, Tasha)
Alright, Tasha wid e broad thighs?
(Yeah)
Small waist Tasha, wid di a$$ high?
(Yeah)
Have ah tattoo pon har pums wid ah butterfly?
(Yeah man, ah yellow butterfly wid cast eye)
(Yuh know har?)
Yeah man, mi know har, but mi nuh know har so good
(Eee)
Mi know she born fi suck hood
(Real ting)
Har tongue bore and she wear braces
And drive ah likkle red van, but di tire dem nuh good
(Nah man, mi buy har ah Mark X, button press)
(Bare 10 grand US mi send har, nothing less)
Alright
(She ah virgin, suh yuh know di supm bless)
Virgin?!
(Yeah man, ah mi out first touch di breast)
(How yuh know she suck hood?)
Hahaha, just ah lucky guess
Likkle advice though, don’t suck e breast
(Alright DJ, mi aguh tek yuh advice)
Chris, member seh dem gyal ah wicked and lie
(Hahaha, dah one yah different man, mi really trust har)
Heh-hey!
Suppose mi tell yuh seh all mi did fvck har?
Yuh know wah?
Fvvk dat, mi done chat
Last time mi tell yuh about Keisha, dem seh mi love chat
[Chorus] When di gyal dem gi’ yuh supm, don’t talk
Don’t tell nobody ’bout di hotel
Don’t show nobody weh yuh buy fi har
Don’t tell nobody weh di rose sell
All when yuh ketch har tongue inna mi ears
Mi ah tell yuh mi nuh fvck it, mi ah bring it to di grave
See mi pon video, wuk it like slave
Mi ah tell yuh anuh mi, mi ah bring it to di grave
[Verse 2] (Almighty, wah gwan?)
Nuh Chris again?
(Chris again?)
(Dis again?)
Steups
Yow, di man miss again
(Boop inna him, send fi Firesick again)
Yuh ‘member di gyal weh Keisha bring fi mi fvck?
(Which one ah dem? Di slimmaz?)
Nah man, di thicker friend
(Yow mi just deh pon di ‘gram and run through har picture dem)
Den ah Chris ah wife it up
(How dis happen?!)
Movements, mi d’even know dawg, big drama
Feel mi aguh tell him don’t own di ting, karma
(Yuh mad? ‘Member when yuh tell him ’bout Keisha?)
(And di wul world wan’ kill yuh, seh yuh ah informer?)
Bare batta ears gyal di man choose so far
(Him still deh pon di phone?)
Yeah man, but mute di call
(Di call nuh mute, yuh ah try style man, but yuh ting fail)
Anuh yuh mi talk Chris
(Den ah who?!)
Chris Gayle
(Oh)
[Chorus] When di gyal dem gi’ yuh supm, don’t talk
Don’t tell nobody ’bout di hotel
Don’t show nobody weh yuh buy fi har
Don’t tell nobody weh di rose sell
All when yuh ketch har tongue inna mi ears
Mi ah tell yuh mi nuh fvck it, mi ah bring it to di grave
See mi pon video, wuk it like slave
Mi ah tell yuh anuh mi, mi ah bring it to di grave